You said that our walls would be painted blue That the humming from the wind would always flow That violent days would not even face us But none of that, really, is true anymore. The branches you broke off to feed the fire have long lost their trust in the roots that they grew from and all I can say to the days that are gone is "one day, we will meet, unbroken." - Thank you for the love. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. It's there when I need it most.